<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Me too...</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> oops! late post. Sorry. Skool started and I almost forgot about this thread... heh heh :P</td></tr></table> Kien just watched the whole thing. The talking and the jokes.. were there jokes? Kien didn't know. She went into dream zone at that moment. She dreamt about being the world's famous singer and fighter. She dreamt about a mysterious someone coming to steal her heart away. She dreamt while she let her half drunk coffee get cold. A snap brought her out of her daydream. And she looked over to the "Goth Girl". She seemed to be calling someone over. She watched as Chiara hesitantly come over to the almost crowded table. Kien smiled her friendly smile and opened her maw to welcome the new comer. "Hi! I'm Kien. Why don't you sit?" She gestured towards some empty place. "Don't be shy, we won't bite." Then she noticed that the femme had a book in her hands. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you reading about?"
Zejalle's eyes were caught by the colorful reflections cast by Stryx. He was a curiously interesting mix of colors, the fins obviously indicating attatchment to water. He seemed a tad bit bored, though. She had to admit to herself the conversations weren't flowing, mostly due to the amount of people. They were probably just waiting for someone else to say something, as was she. The femme watched with interest as yet another pendragon joined the group. She offered a friendly smile, eyeing the exchange between the new 'dragon and Klen. Her frapaccino had all but melted, leaving in its wake a slush of mocha. She brought the straw to her mouth and sipped the drink, knawing on the straw and accidentally piercing a hole in the top. "Whoops.." She muttered as she brought the drink down to rest on the table, her paw releasing its hold.
<span style='color:purple'>"Nice..."</span> Commented Nekhalla on the now "holy" straw. She turned to the dragon she had called over. <span style='color:purple'>"Names Nekhalla, welcome to the table."</span> Nekhalla smirked and nodded at the same time. There were alot of dragons, alot more then she was used to. She didn't really care though, the amout of people around her was never a problem...what they said was though. "Stupid people say stupid things," she had always said. She always assumed that people say things they don't mean on purpose. Its just something she does.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>So-So-Sooo Sorry for the wait. School has given me an overload of homework + had about 7 projects going.. :blink: </td></tr></table> Chiara smiled meekly as she sat down. <span style='color:#3399FF'>Thanks. I was just reading a book about the history of Janardan. I heard it was interesting.. But meh, nothing out of the ordinary here. No awesome secret passage ways or anything. Bit dissapointed. Hey Nekhalla. M'names Chiara. No nicknames.. Just Chiara.</span> Her confidence was boosting up rather quickly, so her stiff shoulders relaxed and her posture seemed to become straighter. She peeked inside her bag, then pulled out a bottle with an orange substance, possibly another liquid mixed in with it. Placing it on the table, she closed her bag, then dropped it to the floor. A small cling could be heard.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Oh gourd, I feel bad about this. I recently got swamped with stuff. Plus, I thought this thread was dead. oO;; So short, sucking post. Sowwie. </td></tr></table> Stryx yawned, loosing interest in the converstation. He began experimenting with his fin colors, making small, messy patterns appear then fade away on the now warm skin. He was bored out of his tree by now, almost to the verge of leaving. Of course, if he did leave, he just have to invite one of these lovely ladies to come along with him. Possibly Nekhalla. Just to ticked her off. She was far too young for Stryx to have any romantic interest in her, but she was fun to annoy. Maybe sometime he'd look her up for a menlo session. With a tiny glance about the assembled group, Sylverstryx began loudly popping his spine. Of course, his movements while doing so were discreet. It would take someone with a good ear to pin him as the source of the noise.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>*Waits for everyone else to post 'fore she posts again.* Deadness..</td></tr></table>
Nekhalla raised an eyebrow at Stryx...tall ears did mean good ears in her case. She heard him pop his back and pinned him as the source. She did it herself sometimes...Never in public though which is what made her raise an eyebrow <span style='color:purple'>Stiff back?</span> She said with a rather cold smirk on her face. She gave her bag a good kick...Something went squeak in it, which gave her a start, she didn't think things went squeak in her bag. She bent down and picked up her bag and rumaged thru it to find the source of the squeak...She found it and was not happy about it. <span style='color:purple'>Oh this is rich...She is so dead...</span> The source of the squeak was a black rubber mouse...painted with the anarchy symbol and a spike on the tip of its tail. She knew who put in her bag and knew that beating her into a bloody pulp would be a REALLY bad idea, knowing her condition. <span style='color:purple'>Yeah...Really dead...</span> This definatly didn't amuse her.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> is it my turn? *shurgs* I'm gonna post anyway..sry bout the delay >.<</td></tr></table> "I thought the history book would be interesting too before I decided to pick it up to read. But I did find some useful informations, though. But enough of history," Kien said to Chiara. "Are you new?" She then waited for the femme's reply. While doing so, she heard a crack like someone popping his back. She didn't react though she knew who did it. Her hearing was sharp. Going to all those defence classes helped. Her tail sweept through the air behind her. It hit something, maybe a bench, but at that moment, a squeak came. For a moment, she thought that her tail hit a misfortunate feydragon or something. But then she realised that it came from in front, not behind. She noticed Nekhalla looking through her bag. Curious, she asked. "Pet mouse?"
<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Wow. My concussion really is affecting my ability to read. O_o</td></tr></table> Chiara looked to all of the 'dragons, and studied their faces. She hoped that if she would one day pass them in the hall, she could say a random hello, or whatnot. When she came upon Stryx, she stared hard at him. Something was different... Her orbs happened to pass over his color shifting fins. <span style='color:#3399FF'>Quite an interesting pair of fins you have there.</span> She could only faintly hear the popping noises from his back, but had no idea it was from him, nor from a 'dragons body. She only clue-ed in when Nekhalla had mentioned it. But she did hear the squeaking noises from the bag and figured the femme would eventually explain, why a mouse is in her bag. She was tempted to say something, but Kien cut her thoughts short. <span style='color:#3399FF'>Meh. I just picked a random book from the library. Something was telling me I should atleast know something about this place... But... Yeah, I'm new here I guess. </span></span>
<span style='color:purple'>No...I have a Cucu...stupid mouse was a prank by a certain blue, 9 year old, fluff ball. Most likely it would scare the crap out of my Cucu though. Poor dude, scared of everything and anything. He may play with it once he realizes its fake though so it will have a purpose.</span> She picked up the mouse and tossed it up and down and it squeaked. She caught it and squeezed it and it had a muffled dieing squeak type thing. She put it in the front pocket of her bag and attempted to rearrange her bag so everything fit. Her sketch book was on the table as it was the last thing to go in, it being so big and overstuffed. Pencials and such were randomly put all in the bag. She really was disorganized. She knew where everything was though just by habit. There was a rather large book in the bag entitled "Priciples of Machina Engineering" and some smaller ones. There were also some random pieces of stuff in the bag too. Lots of glow sticks and such too, random medicines, and another hat. The hat was green and looked like an Alien. It was her 'Zim' hat. She didn't wear it as much as the OMG though.
Kien smiled and replied, "Hope you enjoy your time here. I'm kinda new too." She listened to Nekhalla's reply. She was very tempted to ask what the heck is a Cucu since she hadn't come across one before. But she held back her question as she noticed that her newfound fellow pendragon's bag looked overstuffed and disorganized. Resisting the urge to just grab the bag and rearrange everything, she politely asked, "Can I..err... help you with that bag?"
